President Of A New Reflection – Twisted Prose

fascinate the inner workings of a maniac in style over substance, pushed inside the ceramic dish not served but over strained, whiskey drinks, futile things, a harboured extension of the flaccid tool we dare not name, forged alliances that could never be, hand shakes, cold embraces, toxic waste drank without care or quandary, we owned …

Wired Windows – Twisted Prose

A disjointed fire sale, Terminal disease, Thoughtless whispers, Heralded misogynistic portfolios, Silently stagnant, A window for a face, Tread upon the stone covered moss, Forgotten salutations, Strive to be, A sea, A seed, Hollowed imaginations, A reflection not me..

Trigger Fingers – FOWC with Fandango Microfiction Short Story

Trigger Fingers The ball falls from his hand and hits the ground with a disembodied thud, bringing all eyes upon them. At first they stare without recognition of what they are staring at, as processes fall and fumble within their decaying minds, then suddenly they surge forward as one. Corey casts a final fevered glance …

A Broken Disregard – Weekend Writing Prompt Twisted Prose

worshipped from a further void, pre-loved without remorse, haggard eyes sewn shut, words spoken a moment late, languished in the ever lost, persistent against a time that is long gone, wisdom given, puzzles solved, a futile argument won by the losing side, a wisp of smoke, forgiveness forgotten, a hate seeded softly, growth, departure, rudimentary …

Putty In Thy Hands – FOWC with Fandango Microfiction Short Story

Putty In Thy Hands “But that’s the problem, isn’t it?” Douglas says as he looks over the rim of his glasses at Steven. “I-I, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.” Douglas adjusts his glasses and smiles broadly. “And in those words your problem lies.” “W-W-What? You’re making less sense than you did a …